Construction Day

Construction Day

Construction day, operations are the same

My gloves fastened and my hammer in hand

I seek to build this world for others

It is

my purpose

my occupation

my life

Others live in the structure I create

They don’t realize what it takes

Construction day, demolition day for others
Trying to strip me of that which is mine
I’ve worked for you for dirt-cheap
All because I want a better life
I fall on the job, and this world I built for you
You take it and dispose of the means by which it was made


My lower limbs no longer work
Paralysis Rehabilitation I cannot afford
Strike me with my own hammer

But, this humiliation I cannot endure

I the creator, now the dependent

And you

You no longer create for me

You point fingers, shoot daggers with your eyes

Yet you can’t pin down who to blame

Office Day, the windows are washed

You take your lunch break and then you watch

Your faint reflection, the mist obscuring the view of the city

Preventing you from seeing all details present without a second view

Meanwhile, the medical bills on my wall I accrue

The numbers are clear

My funds are not

Your signature adorns the bottom of the billing statement as if you took pride

You operate in the building I helped issue, yet you help issue my demise

Construction Day, I will never see you again

I’ll never create

I’ll never comprehend

How detached I am from what I make

I never knew others would be so ungrateful when they enjoyed

The fruits of my labor

However, I’ll push

I’ll stumble

I’ll crawl

To make things normal

Vanquished?

I refuse defeat

Because accepting implies validity!

Paraplegic, yes

Failure, no

Construction Day is here once again

Now I’m doing what I’ve always done

I’m constructing my life

J.D